Fly Swats

Why it's so hard to swat a fly?!? Check the front home page of Yahoo as of now! http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20080829/od_nm/fly_dc Very interesting, indeed! ;) But hey, I have fun swatting flies with my electric bug zapper swatter! :D

Should electric drills be illegal in California? Some time ago a foolish politician was herded into sponsering a law that cops wanted on the books that outlawed he .50 BMG. Mainly the cops wanted the publicity of a cartoon where a .50 BMG round made a hole in a police car. The .50 BMG has never been used in a crime. It was outlawed with the excuse that it might be used to shoot down an airplane. Roughly the same as swatting flies with a ten-foot 2"x4". We did an experiment the other day on a retired cop car donated to our fire department for rescue drills. We made 100 holes in the door with an electric drill faster than we could have dragged a .50 BMG to the practice area. Shouldn't drills and torches and anything that makes a hole be against the law? In keeping with the trend of making anything that could be used in a crime illegal. Like rocks...

My dad abuses my family & I...what to do? PLEASE HELP!? My dad has been a total jerk all my life..and I'm getting really sick of it. Lately it's been getting worse and I just want it to stop. :\ I'm 13 if your wondering..and this is just stuff that he's done to my family and I (that I can remember) I know it's gonna be long, but please read it..I need help. The first memory is really bad. I remember it really well..I was around 5 and my brother was 4...My parents were fighting and it got really bad. I remember him getting on top of my mom with a hammer and threatening to kill her. Meanwhile, my brother and I were just standing there watching & crying. We used to have electric fly swatters in the house...and whenever my brother and I didn't eat our dinner..he used to swat us with them until we cried. He used to beat my brother and I with belts... This one was a really long time ago but I remember it well: We were driving home from a restaurant and my parents were fighting (as usual)...so my dad grabbed the steering wheel and almost drove us into a brick building. I didn't talk to him for weeks. (Summer 09) We were driving home from my brother's baseball game & my brother and I weren't getting along...so he parked the car..opened my brother's door and started shaking him. (Putting his hands around his neck until he couldn't breathe) In my parent's previous fights (All of them wake me up at like 3 in the morning) ...he's even said stuff like "Oh, they aren't my kids! You were fooling around with someone else!" That's definitely not true. A couple summers ago... my dad and mom were fighting...again... and he physically pushed my mom into the deck railing and hit her. My brother got so upset, he cried, packed his stuff, and told me he was going to run away. He was serious. He was about 10 at the time. I stayed up all night and made sure he didn't leave. A couple weeks ago, I was on vacation with my mom. While we were gone, my dad "accidentally" let my cat out. They called my mom to let her know..but they didn't tell me. When I came home, the first thing I did was look for Spooky..and I couldn't find her anywhere. When they told me what happened, all I did that night was cry. Your probably thinking "Oh, it's just a cat..who cares" But I couldn't get over the fact that I'd never see her again. (She was missing for more than a week by the time they told me) I didn't talk to my dad at all because I thought it was his fault for being so neglectful. Even my brother said it was his fault..and he was here when it happened. The next day came and I started making Lost Cat posters on the computer. I still wasn't talking to him so he comes into the den... glares at me for about 5 minutes and yells at me for not talking to him. I couldn't take it anymore, so i backed up the rolling chair..and accidentally ran over his foot. (I really didn't mean to run it over) He completely flipped out. He grabbed a hold of me, and started slamming my body against the chair. He put his hands around my neck until I finally ran away. I ran outside into the deep woods.... I had my phone so I took a picture of the mark he left on my neck for proof. He disconnected my phone while I was outside. I just sat there for 2 hours and cried... My little brother found me (Age 12) and told me he was worried about me. We just talked about everything for about 30 minutes until my parents finally walked out to us. I ran away farther into the woods. We just slowly walked back to our house by ourselves and avoided eachother the rest of the night. (My cat ended up coming home the next night...I couldn't believe it. :D) And this was earlier... I was laying in my bed, trying to go back to sleep..and I heard my dad talking to somebody and saying lies about me. (I'd tell you about it, but its just too long of a story) I got out of bed, furious, and confronted my dad about it saying "Your lying! I never said that!" He took it too far and started getting way too close to me. It looked like he was about to punch me in the face. I pushed him away from me and he took both his arms and pushed me into the door frame...he pushed me back in my room and started squeezing me... I tried getting away, but he grabbed my foot and started twisting it. I was screaming really loud, so my mom came upstairs and stopped it. ________________________________________________________________________________ So many more things happened in this past 13 years, but I just named the main things. I just want my dad to leave. He causes nothing but trouble to our entire family. None of my family members like him..even his side of the family doesn't want anything to do with him. My mom doesn't do anything about it. She's always on his side..and doesn't stick up for me. She knows how much my dad abuses me..and she doesn't do anything about it. I d

After mosquitoes does whenever I swat them or get them zapped with a mosquito light,...? ,..did they make sure to accept Lord Jesus Christ as their savior before they died? And will they go to Heaven as a result and worship God and Jesus in their own mosquito language and body language? Also, I bought an electric tennis bug zapper racket and zapped a house fly with it recently(you press a button and it metal tennis racket net in the middle electrifies and it you hit an insect with it it zaps it and does it loudly like a mosquito light). Did they house fly also first accept Lord Jesus Christ as its personal savior before I zapped and killed it?

Help! Why are over 100 flies in my house and more? This is a serious question because I hate flies. They live of poo and are full of bacteria and they fly onto food and drinks in my house. Two days ago there were literally about 20 on the kitchen window. I opened the window and chased them away. It was then that I began to become conscious of the flies in my house. On that same day I spent half an hour swatting about 20 or so if them. I had to kill them because there were no longer so many just by the window. Then yesterday I swatted at least 50 more of them! There were about 5 in each room. Then today I was so annoyed I had to buy the batteries for my electric fly swatter which turned out to be ineffective but today i only killed about 20. Yesterday I am sure I killed them all and somehow there are more today flying again and my windows were all closed! I even cleared out my house binds to make sure they werent growing there as well! I just wasted hours killing them and as I am writing this I just killed another one on my computer screen because it was the only thing with a source of light in the room. Why the hell are they coming out of nowhere???????? Yesterday I couldnt see anymore flying at all yet there are plenty more today???????? its not house binds i meant house bins

(10 points) how can i get rid of the moths in my room? PLEASE HELP! i have developed moths in my room and killed about 6 of them today with my electric fly swatter. about a week ago, i have found a couple of caterpillars that i figured have turned into these moths. i have tried using moth balls to repel them, but they didn't work. the best strategy i have now is just swatting them and i cant seem to find where they might be laying their eggs to prevent more. any suggestions?? i don't know how they come into my room! *i also own some plants and a hamster, i have found a caterpillar in my hamsters food because the bin was open, but i cleaned it out*

I am writing a book which will be a collection of short stories? I have written a few pages of the first story and wanted you all to comment on the writing. Please give me honest feed back. The stories will all mostly be based on life and happenings of India. The Pole stood there for 40 years now. Shedding light at the same spot, an endless chain of local chronology could be associated with the electric Pole in the NB area. Initially erected in front of a mansion in a posh locality in the south of Bangalore, it was later dislodged to the NB slum owing to the fact that the mansion belonged to a high profile officer whose working contacts in the government were evidently impressionable. People of the NB area took no time in making the Pole feel at home, as it was the harbinger of the electric era to the unfortunate locality where half the population was poor and the rest was poorer. The first Vijayadashami after the arrival of the pole was celebrated grandly by bestowing a reverent status to the pole, coconuts were cracked and offered to the pole, vermilion and turmeric powder were applied in sumptuous amount to the pole decorated with banana tree stem and jasmine flowers. In the early years of its erection at NB area, the entire population of the area would gather under the light of the pole at night and appear benevolent under the halo of flies attracted by the light of the pole. In groups of men and women, they would gossip about neighbors, make wedding plans, exchange baby raising tips, give references for employment, decide on whom to vote for, quarrel and sort quarrels, and do miscellaneous domestic chores. All that the pole would have seen in its life time had it been in the posh locality would be the watchman of the mansion dozing under its light, but here it was destined to see the vividness of human habitation and live through the graphic upheaval in its status from being raised to a celebrity position to being loathed as an anti social element. School going children were forcibly ushered by their anxious mothers to complete their homework and study under the pole. Citing the example of Sir M.Vishweshwariah the mothers collectively conceived a notion that any child that studied under street light would eventually become a replication of Sir M.V. The children would then display a genuine fake concentration on books long enough till their mothers exited the scene and then move on to more entertaining acts like comparing the change of color of their skin, books, bags under the neon light of the pole and swatting flies. This benign scene of the pole and its pupils was photographed by an aspiring photo journalist and published in a rather local paper with the cliched title “Sir M.Vs in the making”. The article went on to say how the lone pole in the area provided for a study room as large as its light spread; how even on negligence of the municipality to provide electricity to each house, the little buddhas under the pole were battling municipal odds trying to attain educational enlightenment. The people of the area though could not read a word of the article, bought copies of the paper just to see the photo of their children studying and themselves plunging into and trespassing the background of the photo just to be seen in it. Scanning the grainy black and white photo, Raju the milkman, an esteemed old timer at the area said “Do you see that”, pointing at what looked like a chucked dirty broom, “That is my hand, I somehow sensed the scope of the camera had ended exactly where I was standing, So I lent my hand” and some one said in an impressed tone that it was very thoughtful of him to do that. This lead to people scanning every detail of the photo. Many arbitrary voices came up saying “That is my shoulder”, “This is my foot”, “Oh that is my cow in the photo”, “That you see is my bucket”. There were two claimants for the same foot in the photo which lead to a heated argument with asocial vocabulary for the rest of the day with the claimants thrashing a third unfortunate person saying “If only this fat fool was not in front covering up, the rest of the body to which the foot belonged would be evident ”. By now, the pole had gained such a popularity that the immovable half blind Parkinson-stricken senior most citizens of the area had started coining proverbs on the pole which loosely translated to “Even at the cost of burning self, the benign spread light around” It was evident from the geography of the pole, that it was erected in haste; it stood still right in the middle of the road leading into the area. This proved an inescapable obstruction for the drunken husbands of the area staggering and struggling with the labyrinth path back home from the Madhulok liquor shop. Like a coincidental ritual , almost all drunken men would bang against the pole and start an argument with the pole in demand of justice for the inconvenience caused. After a prolonged one sided argument, the session would be adjourned with the drunken man collapsing at the foot of th